Live And Let Die

Im Endstadium meines Nierenversagens wurde die für mich passende Spenderniere – auf Entscheidung meines Mannes – meiner Schwester gegeben. Ich lehnte den Vorschlag der Ärzte ab, weiter auf ein passendes Organ zu warten, und ließ mich frühzeitig aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen. Wenn die Enttäuschung lange genug andauert, hört man auf zu kämpfen. All mein angespartes Vermögen übergab ich meiner Schwester – endlich lächelten mich meine Eltern wieder an. Mein Mann kümmerte sich Tag und Nacht um sie. Ich war nicht wütend – im Gegenteil, ich ermahnte ihn, besonders fürsorglich zu sein. Sogar als mein Sohn sagte, er wolle, dass sie seine Mama sei, lächelte ich und stimmte zu. Jetzt ist alles so, wie sie es wollten. Warum bereuen sie es auf einmal?

Due to some arranged misunderstanding, Aileen is forced to break up with her boyfriend Allan. Who have been dating for about two years, the famous college sweethearts.  Aileen is the only child of the Fletchers family, her father is a famous lawyer in the whole city. While Allan is the second son of the Holmes family, her father owns the best gaming company known worldwide.  A single mistake causes their relationship to end when they were so deeply in love with each other.  Aileen's family decides to move out of the country as their daughter has wished, leaving  no trace of where they were going. Allan with the help of his family searches for her but to no avail. Since then he starts to hate her and wants to make her life miserable just like how she made him by disappearing from his life.  Due to some urgency, Aileen is forced to return to the country again, the one she swore not to return no matter what. She brings with her a 5 years old boy who looks just like Allan after 6 years. Fate brings them together again.  What happens when they meet again when Alan wants nothing but to make her suffer? What happens when Alan sees her with a carbon copy of himself? Continue ……

Als mich der Verbrecher zu Tode folterte, war ich im dritten Monat schwanger. Doch mein Ehemann Mark – der bekannteste Detektiv der Stadt – war im Krankenhaus bei seiner ersten Liebe Emma und begleitete sie zu ihrer medizinischen Untersuchung. Vor drei Tagen hatte er von mir verlangt, Emma eine Niere zu spenden. Als ich mich weigerte und sagte, ich sei im zweiten Monat schwanger von unserem Kind, wurde sein Blick eisig. „Hör auf zu lügen“, fauchte er. „Du bist einfach nur egoistisch und willst Emma sterben lassen.“ Er hielt auf der dunklen Landstraße an. „Steig aus“, befahl er. „Lauf nach Hause, wenn du schon so herzlos bist.“ Ich blieb in der Dunkelheit zurück und wurde von dem rachsüchtigen Verbrecher entführt, den Mark einst ins Gefängnis gebracht hatte. Er schnitt mir die Zunge heraus. Mit grausamer Genugtuung benutzte er mein Handy, um meinen Mann anzurufen. Marks Antwort war kurz und kalt: „Ganz egal, was es ist, Emmas ärztliche Untersuchung ist wichtiger! Sie braucht mich jetzt.“ Der Verbrecher ließ ein finsteres Lachen hören. "Na, na... Anscheinend schätzt der großartige Detektiv das Leben seiner Ex-Partnerin höher als das seiner Ehefrau. Als Mark Stunden später am Tatort eintraf, war er entsetzt über die Grausamkeit, die dem Leichnam angetan worden war. Er verurteilte wütend den Mörder, weil er eine Schwangere so grausam behandelt hatte. Doch er erkannte nicht, dass die verstümmelte Leiche vor ihm seine eigene Frau war – mich.

Der Arzt sagte, ohne die neueste experimentelle Therapie hätte ich nur noch 72 Stunden zu leben. Aber der einzige Behandlungsplatz war von Lukas Berger an Verena Lindner vergeben worden. „Ihre Niereninsuffizienz ist schlimmer“, sagte er. Ich nickte und schluckte die weißen Tabletten, die meinen Tod beschleunigen würden. In der verbleibenden Zeit tat ich viele Dinge. Als ich unterschrieb, zitterte die Hand des Anwalts: „Anteile im Wert von 270 Millionen Euro, wollen Sie sie wirklich alle übertragen?“ Ich sagte: „Ja, an Verena Lindner.“ Meine Tochter Lilli lachte fröhlich in Verenas Armen: „Mama Verena hat mir ein neues Kleid gekauft!“ Ich sagte: „Es sieht wunderschön aus. Hör in Zukunft auf Mama Verena.“ Die Galerie, die ich mit eigenen Händen gegründet hatte, trug nun Verenas Namen. „Jana, du bist zu gut.“ Sie weinte, als sie es sagte. Ich antwortete: „Du wirst sie besser führen können als ich.“ Sogar auf das Treuhandvermögen meiner Eltern verzichtete ich mit meiner Unterschrift. Endlich zeigte Lukas zum ersten Mal seit vielen Jahren ein aufrichtiges Lächeln: „Jana, du hast dich verändert. Du bist nicht mehr so aggressiv – so bist du schön.“ Ja, im Sterben war ich endlich die „perfekte Jana Hoffmann“ in ihren Augen – fügsam, großzügig, ohne Widerspruch. Der Countdown von 72 Stunden hatte begonnen. Und ich fragte mich neugierig: Wenn mein Herzschlag auf null fällt, woran werden sie sich erinnern? An die „gute Ehefrau“, die endlich loslassen gelernt hatte? Oder an eine Frau, die mit ihrem Tod Rache vollendete?

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

{ Choi Dea and Sung-ho } "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines...." - by William Shakespeare Choi Dea was in the possession of a position where she never truly wanted to be, just because of her father insisted. Her whole life was existing without love, she never got a chance to meet her mother. One day and within a day, her sister Joo-eun trapped her in a business downfall, she planned it all along. Why would a bastard be the CEO of the top cosmetic company, when the true heir was still alive? Joo-eun did that to her because of hatred and envy. Dea actually never thought about her birth, those feelings never occurred to her. But when she saw her company fall, her cold heart began to quiver, unable to decide between the right and wrong. Due to her close friend's suggestion, she went to meet the Mafia Boss of the underworld, to convince him to help her company regain their shares. Mafia Boss Sung-ho was literally shameless, he had a crush on Dea from the moment he saw her. He decided to help her company and cleared the people who were after her, but the exchange was......... Two people, from two different worlds, both of them didn't want to be from the beginning who they were. The exchange, could Dea be able to give her heart to the Mafia Boss? Or would she backstab Sung-ho and destroy the underworld if she listened to her conscience?

(The book contains 18+ matured sexual scenes.) Meeting her in his concert in a wasted form, he nearly doesn't recognize her. But when he does, he can't get her out of his mind. He couldn't stop falling for her every moment. She is tough, brilliant in everything but rarely known by public. She hates cameras, she hates to be centre of the world.She is someone who can amaze the world with her personality. They are opposite poles but opposite poles attract with each other. Will she ever fall for him?

When the yacht was sinking, and only one spot was left on the lifeboat, Hendrix Zuckerman chose me. I was rescued, but Yana Bridgeton didn’t make it. She couldn’t wait for the second lifeboat and drowned in the ocean, her body lost forever. Hendrix pretended not to care and went through with our wedding as planned. For five years after our marriage, he trampled me into the dirt, blaming me for Yana's death. When I couldn't take it any longer and wanted a divorce, he decided to die with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the yacht accident happened. This time, I’ve decided to give the chance to survive to the one he loves most.

“You love running from me and I enjoy the chase. It reminds me of how bad I have to punish you when I finally get you.” He said smugly and Ivy scoffed. “And that’s why you’d never catch me.” She bit back with a retort. She would rather die, than let him have her. Ivy hated the nerve of Alpha Jax and she hated everything he stood for. If anything, she would never forget how he slaughtered her whole family while she watched. She would rather die than be mated for him. For Alpha Jax, life is a dangerous game of chess, you either kill or be killed. Nothing gave him joy than watching his mate try to run from him and their bond and if anything, he’s enjoying the chase too.

"Let's end this marriage, Nicholas," I said while handing over the divorce papers to Nicholas, the man who married me three years ago to get a nanny for his child. Unexpectedly, the man, who usually had a cold face, looked at me in surprise. "What?" His thick eyebrows almost knitted together. "What do you mean, Sabrina?" "I know you never loved me," I replied in a trembling voice, staring at his closeness to the beautiful woman next to him, his ex-wife who had just returned, Hazel. "Therefore, I will not bother you anymore. You can live happily with Hazel and Charlie... without me." When I was about to get up, the man suddenly pulled my hand, making me fall into his embrace. "What—" "No, Sabrina...." His baritone whisper made me shiver. His embrace around my waist tightened. "There will never be a divorce between us!" My eyes widened. Doesn't this man love me? Then why did he refuse my request for a divorce?